the mission is over once the cobra venom enters the blood stream
a chain of command is followed watch the hollows body ya team
green grass turns red yellow tape surrounds the victims found
i'm o.t. your lonely with all your man's down
hell is a price to pay and brothers burn for the crown
sells sold for very little then life is turned upside down
a punishment for capital cities are taken over
rock spots until my face in the feds folder
dogs keep away from the odor i'm older but not slower
show you the water it's up to you to drink
you can get money how you gonna escape once your ship sinks
and you can't swim i guess it's the end for him
a new day for me to study degrees with righteous men
picture me becoming a fiend of sin i think not
so what iv'e been shot shooter got what he deserved
a stretcher and forgivenss followed by last words
i run the streets don't take the cred we living dead
killing each other my sword swinging at devils head
but theyr'e protected we die young from what they injected
into us it's a life of hard knocks and rumors
mothers with tumors , drug addictions
they got us by the balls with 3 strike laws
final call for shots at the bar with the dolls
lady assasins that'll have you moaning then gasping
everyone blasting but missing the target
emotions stay guarded so you back to where you started
on the grind the money smothers your mind
nobody watching your back ya boys watching your stacks
never mind what you pack trying to get what you lack
a hundered bars dosen't mean you can rap
so until i'm no more i'm taking it back
to the days of boom bap the moon's black

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My evidence, my own testament, written on wood
Twelve tribes layin at the head of corners in hoods
Hell razah